1. Little s*s Big Secret


    Date: 7/9/2015, Categories: Fetish, Sex Humor, Taboo, Author: drew1207, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    fair, you'd have to sl**p with me then and I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to do that.&#034 Emma shot back at him. Brad had to hesitate a second at that, had she really just said that. He could hardly hold back the thoughts of bending her over the railing right there and taking her like the little pornstar she was. 'Get a hold of yourself' Brad scolded himself. See her mock upset look, he said: &#034Oh alright already, plus I don't think they have guys like me down at that school of yours. Little girls like you only go for the hipster type guys with jeans tighter than yours and a personality disorder.&#034 &#034Ha, got a pretty high opinion of yourself there, huh sport.&#034 Emma joked. &#034I think it's me you couldn't handle. They don't make 'em like me in that winter wasteland you attend,&#034 Emma thrust her chest out while saying that and Brad practically shot in his pants. She looked so god damned sexy and she must have known it. &#034I bet the only girls you take home at that school have a bigger dick than you.&#034 &#034I doubt that,&#034 Emma's eyes seemed to glint and shoot downward at that comment, but Brad continued, &#034But just ask your friend Jenna in a week or two and she'll tell you.&#034 Emma gave up, &#034Ugh, you are relentless! Whatever, I'm gonna take a shower, will you please bring up my bags Mr. Manly Man?&#034 Brad watched her walk away, her beautiful hips swaying as she sauntered down the hall. What was happening! He had suddenly started talking ...
    sex with his little s****r, and he had to reel himself back in. But he didn't really want to; truth of the matter was, he was imagining himself in that shower with her, fucking her brains out. Holding on to those gorgeous titties of hers and he could just pound away at her from behind. 'She's your s****r for god's sake.' Brad knew he'd really turned the corner with the way he looked at his little s****r. 'But the way she played into my jokes...' He argued in his head, 'She'd never go for it... or would she.' He took a few minutes downstairs to process what was going on. Even if she wanted him to, could he really do it? He poured himself a glass of water and drained it before grabbing her bags and heading upstairs. Approaching her room he saw the door half open and beyond it, his little s****r undressing. She peeled her sweater off and tossed it on the bed as he climbed the last stair. A few more steps toward her door and he could see her reaching for the button on her jeans and trying to wiggle out of their snug fit. Her breasts swayed back and forth and nearly spilling out of the confines of her bra, a simple white push-up. The curves of her smooth skin, sun-kissed by the California rays at her school, accentuated a flawless body. As soon as she had the jeans down to her feet, hopping once or twice adorably, she reached behind her to unclasp her bra and Brad made a coughing sound to announce his presence. &#034Eh, hhem,&#034 he interrupted. Emma, still with the jeans caught ...
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